The drizzle is like weaving.

A rustling drizzle, dripping down on the eaves.

The breeze blew, and the red lanterns under the porch were blown around.

A strange sound of "squeak, squeak" was heard.

The soldier who was alone at the door shivered unconsciously and shivered when the cold wind blew.

"This damn weather, it's so fucking cold!"

Holding his hands and rubbing them a few times, he scolded and stomped his feet on the spot, hoping to warm up a little.

Affected by the light rain, the pedestrians around gradually became scarce.

The rain gradually became heavier, the wind was whistling, and the lonely figure, under the dim light, kept walking around.

In the distance, where the lights did not reach, the rain fell on the ground, as if a faint mist gradually appeared.

In the darkness, there seemed to be shadows, slowly wriggling.

Although this soldier did not have the spiritual sense of ordinary people, he still had a faint uneasiness in his heart.

The surroundings are too empty, lonely, and very dark, and the cold weather itself brings people a very bad feeling.

At this time, he was a little hairy in his heart, but he still stuck to his post for a bonus of 200 yuan per month.

"Weird, why hasn't that kid come back yet?"

"Didn't you tell him that you must come back in half a moment!"

"It's time for a shift!"

"If he is caught stealing the number, he will be fined!"

Boom, a thunderbolt streaked across the distant sky.

In that instant, he saw a strange figure.

The veteran's eyes widened in horror as he looked into the depths of darkness.

The rain arced outward like a curtain, and a figure shrouded in mist in the middle slowly walked over.

"Stomping", which is the sound of boots stepping on water.

His heart was beating as hard as a drum.

The whole person was cold and his hair stood on end, as if he was staring at it by a fierce hungry wolf.

It's an instinct honed between life and death.

The last time he felt like this, he was under the command of the Great Marshal, fighting with the Japanese of Dongying for an offshore island that could be used to replenish fresh water.

At that time, he once met an island samurai who covered the upper half of his face with a black veil, and at that time, he had similar feelings.

It feels like a needle tip, touching the skin, and it feels sharp.

However, that sense of crisis cannot be compared to this one.

Seeing the figure that seemed to melt into the darkness, he directly felt a terrible sense of oppression, as if he was standing on top of a cliff and looking directly into the abyss.

Can't move, absolutely, can't move!

Will die! Really going to die!

Stomping ·······

Stomping ·······

The sound of footsteps came unhurriedly, through the wind, the rain, the frolic shouts in the casino, one another, like a drumstick, and struck him the heart.

In the end, he almost felt like he was in cardiac arrest, his whole body seemed to stop breathing, and his body seemed to no longer belong to him.

Then, he saw the figure wrapped in a strange black mist, as if gliding, staying beside him.

Strange to say, when the distance was far away, the sound of boots could be clearly heard through the sound of rain, but when it was close, nothing could be heard.

The veteran was also strange at this time, I don't know why, he was afraid to the extreme, but he was no longer afraid, as if he had lost his sense of reality.

At this time, he was still idle, commenting on this strange "human form".

The appearance is too ugly, if it were me, I would bring a civilized stick and pretend to be a hypocritical foreign ghost······· It is said that on the northern side, a foreign ghost was caught knocking on the widow's door on a moonlit night, and was finally hit by a silver-plated bullet by her husband, who was a soldier, and tied up and burned alive in the sun.

That weird "humanoid", after getting closer, realized that the weird black fog that was shrouded in his body at all times was actually not a real black fog, it should be said to be a white fog.

It's just that the night is pitch black, and the original magnesium lamp is broken today, and with just a few lanterns, I can't tell that this is white fog at all.

Through the crack in the door, a glimmer of light poured out.

The veteran suddenly felt a lightness all over his body, and then he seemed to lose his strength, his whole body was weak, he squatted down with sweat, raised his hands above his head, closed his eyes and shouted:

"Surrender! Don't kill me! I'm still useful! ”

Immediately, he heard a laugh that seemed to be out of nowhere.

The figure ignored him and stepped forward to push the door open.

As soon as the door opened, the sound of noise came into my ears.

"Buy and leave, buy and leave~"

"Gentlemen, do you have anything else to bet on?"

"Win! We won! ”

The veteran saw that this man had stepped into the light.

Then, there was a large white cloud, rolling and quickly diffusing throughout the casino.

However, in a few breaths, the entire casino was completely blocked by a thick layer of fog.

"Keep up!"

A cold and piercing voice without any temperature echoed from the bottom of my heart.

The veteran shuddered, didn't dare to slack off, crawled to the ground with a roll, and ran in.

At the same time, all those who were shocked by this mutation reacted.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a woman's screams rang out inside.

"What is this? How can there be fog? ”

The men searched in disbelief.

"Don't grab, don't grab, that's my chips!"

"Mine! It's mine! ”

"Oops! Do you dare to hit someone? ”

Several close gamblers beat each other up because they were fighting for chips.

"Guests, the venue closes early tonight, please bring your belongings and chips first, and change back to the trap after going to the Bo case."

"There's an emergency tonight, it's no longer open!"

The sweaty casino manager was busy announcing the casino's temporary decision.

"As an apology, I'm exempting all the guests from admission tonight."

"Guys, guys, please get out of the venue quickly!"

To put it mildly, the casino even dispatched more than a dozen big-shouldered thugs and a few liaison soldiers stationed by the navy to suppress the commotion.

Once turmoil starts, it's hard to end.

Especially in the dense fog with visibility of less than two meters, some gamblers take the opportunity to steal a few chips, and it is difficult to distinguish them in this mess······ This added so many disputes that the casino had to put more effort into appeasing the parties.

During this process, no one noticed that a ghost-like, silent guy quietly visited the room where they exchanged chips and stored cash.

In the end, more than 1.2 million scattered paper money, along with some valuable jewelry, gold bars, antique calligraphy and paintings, and other items, with a total value of more than 3.6 million yuan, disappeared.